Now, Mako, I'll give you a special lesson today.
The parent of the raised child utters a lowly voice. Every time Mako heard these words instead of the tone of his voice, Mako's whole body was shrinking with horror. But that was only in the beginning.
Mako's body was immediately developed and adapted. Whether it was unhappy for Mako or unhappy in the midst of it, Mako does not know. At least the physical pain was gone. However, the pain that slowly scrapes the rusty saw in your soul will not go away.
I thought that I had no other way but to obey. I was giving up. I was a slave. It was left as it was. I didn't disobey, but my soul was screaming in my heart. I ate my throat and cut my throat against it, against it, and breathed out the smell.
No more classes.
The feeling of the blade piercing the flesh and internal organs is transmitted. Mako whispers from behind her parent as she learns how comfortable it feels.
In the blood-soaked lab, Mako looked down at the corpses of those who had raised and played with him, and was relieved. She was smiling in tears as she wiped off the blood that had adhered to her body. You can also betray the world where the powerful ravage the powerless for your own gain and desire. I knew at this time that if I did not rebel, I would remain rebelled.
"What..."
Boss!?
"Mako! What's wrong!? Mako!"
Looking at the strange paco, Pepper Tai and her men called out. Pepper's hand rests on Mako's shoulder.
Mako ran off with a handful of pepper. From Mako's point of view, it was not Pepper Tai who put his hand down, but the parent who raised him.
Mako was the only one who could see the parent who raised him. And Mako herself was retreating from the irresistible self she was then.
"Go away... stop..."
Mako uses reason and stops. Ironically, Mako was the only parent who taught me that the greatest means of controlling myself was reason.
"I... didn't have any affection for you..." There were times when you treated me like a parent... more normally... And yet... why... is that...? "
Mako murmured with a sobbing face, pulling out her gun and thrusting it against her head as she trembled with pallor.
"Idiot. He's gone. Oh, what are you doing... me... I'm really in the midst of the enemy's operation.
Hmm. You're going to fight hard.
By maintaining reason, Tannopuru exclaimed admiration at Mako, who was desperately resisting the enemy's tricks.
Mako!
"Don't come...! I'm still fine...!" Don't ever come here! If you come, you'll be caught by a spirit. Don't come! Keep your distance! "
Mako controls the pepper that was about to rush over.
But you're already on magic. The more you resist, the harder it becomes. That's how I do my magic. ”
"I know how to resist." Do you want to give in to something like this..... "
Have you forgotten that there are four kinds of spirits? Now you are possessed by the spirit of a slave. [M] There are two types of rulers to further suppress slaves. In this case, let's say a whip or a whip. This is very effective. "
Tannopuru said in a mocking voice to Mako, who strengthened while sweating.
"It seems that candy would be more effective in your case." That is, the ruling ruler is suitable. They will surely salvage your heart. [M] Are you hungry for kindness and hungry for love?
Mako's expression is distorted by shame as she sees through her essence.
Mako wondered what kind of hand Tannopuru would use next.
And as expected, it happened. A parent with a gentle smile appears.
Mako is already in a state of possession, although he reasonably knows it's a fake. The temptation to shake your emotions and heal your trauma makes you feel at ease.
(If you're so pathetic... you're going to get caught in such a dicky hand. I'd rather be raped. "Fuck you..." "No, this sweet temptation is like being raped by a soul..." Besides, pleasure... this way is better...)
"Mako... it's okay, right?"
Pepper-sama called out calmly without shouting. It pulls Mako's mind back to reality.
"It's okay, but you guys don't come over here." Thank you... I think this technique is limited to a predetermined range. As proof of that, I am the only one possessed by the spirit, and you guys are nothing. But, well, you know, you're gonna have to use your usual fucking hands. Besides, I can see the identity of the magic as well. "
I'm just practicing my thoughts. This is a study to establish the true nature of the human mind. "
Tannopuru replied with a plain voice to mock Mako.
"My thoughts are also abhorred by the center." Some people see me as dangerous. I will not be a traitor at this time. I'm a slave now, too. I know how you feel. [M] Before your mind was manipulated by the possession of a spirit, your mind was... distorted. Your idea is wrong. [M] You've got the wrong person to betray. "
As Tannopuru spoke, one of the white spirits - the spirit of the ruling ruler - circled behind Mako. Towards the faces of tea time on the battlefield.
The spirits don't move any more. As Mako saw through, spirits can only move within certain areas of the building. Mako first entered the range and was possessed.
These are the people you hate, right?
"Ah, yes... I feel like a ruler... I think we're the chosen ones, and we've taken away all the scraps that ravage the dignity of the human souls... even Luke... these guys..."
Mako answers Tannopuru's question. The parent who had already raised her had disappeared. Hatred and anger towards someone who can't see his face spread inside Mako. That was the opponent Mako was fighting right now.
"Put the gun down. Pull the trigger."
Tanaura prompted quietly.
"Are you stupid...? If you want to get caught with your hands like this, you have to choose a more insane one..."
It's so strong inside, but it seems that half of your heart is already giving in.
The opposite of evil, Mako's hand slowly rises up. The muzzle was pointed at Pepper Tai in the front row.
"All right, Mako. Shoot me."
Pepper Tai stared at Mako with clear eyes.
"If you're going to kill me, I want to kill you." I'll wait while I fight my enemies in hell. "
"Please don't..." That's not the kind of dialogue. ".... Run away....."
In the middle of the dialogue, Mako's pistol was played by something.
Something is wrapped around Mako's body and restrains his movements, transporting Mako's body to where the tea time faces on the battlefield are.
W-What the hell is that?
"Octopus...?"
The gangs were dazed to see what was wrapped around Mako.
It was a tentacle that grew from the ground. Then he moved as he grew from the ground and gently took Mako out of the reach of the spirit.
"Don't be sloppy, Mako." I can't believe you're caught up in a technique that doesn't even exist. "
"Hah... I can't believe you're going to say such a line to that fucking crybaby..."
Mako smiles at the boy with the tail who suddenly shows up.
"Thank you, Hot Jiro." Thank you... but I know I'm here, and I'm here at the right time. "
"Mako's movements have already been checked on the artificial moon moon." It's just a coincidence that it's a good time for a pinch. ”
To Mako, who thanked him, Hot Jiro answered.
"I see, but the problem hasn't been solved. This creepy magician here is more troublesome than I ever imagined. I couldn't stand it anymore, so it was just this Zama."
"The problem will be solved soon." So let's wait for a solution. "
"Oh... I see."
Mako understood the meaning of the words of Jiro Hot.
It was Tarnopura who had only a voice without showing up, but that voice was interrupted. It means that we are no longer in a situation where we are attentive.
Tanpo feels nostalgic. Even if you are an enemy, you will remember nostalgia and familiarity when you come into contact with someone similar to yourself. Mako looked exactly like himself.
He was also brought up abused by his father. No matter how oppressive I was, Tannopuru had no way to resist and had no choice but to endure. My father told me over and over that you were a slave.
But then Tannopuru knew. My father also worked for a black company and was subjected to excessive power harassment by his boss. He was clearing his anger with his son.
Tanaura divided people into four categories. However, the relationship between the slave and the ruler is not necessarily bad, and the renegade who finds society does not unilaterally regard it as evil. It leads to the conclusion that each is necessary. The question is whether the balance works well or not.
The weaved technique is to study the four properties of man using the spirit. And Tannopuru keeps looking for answers on how to maintain the balance of this world well and avoid creating as many unhappy people as possible.
The current technique is a kind of barrier technique. Possessing a spirit and leading it to suicide and friendly splitting by those who approach to break into the building, but cannot expand the range of spirit action. Mako's light understanding of the nature of the magic made Tanaura want to be praised.
(You think it's a common hand? You call that a shitty hand? This is an experiment, a gesture of affection. It's not that I'm shaking)
Meanwhile, he fiercely refuted in his heart to Mako, who scolded him.
At that time, Tannopuru noticed. Suddenly, an intruder appeared inside the building - inside the barrier. You can use other low-ranking spirits to check everything in the barrier.
The intruder was not alone. Two people. They didn't come in through the entrance, they didn't come in through the window. Suddenly, the first one to show up was close to where Tanaura was hiding.
(In other words... there's a high-level magician in here who can use space manipulation.)
Tannopuru was not in a panic. There are a lot of spirits around him for escort. A spirit that projects four qualities.
Tanaura believes that all humans are in any of these four categories. Tannopuru could see the nature of the opponent, and possessed a spirit tailored to the opponent. Until now, it was unbeatable to anyone. In other words, Tanaura believes that his thoughts are not wrong. Not because you believe in the power of your magic, but because you have won because your thoughts are right.
An intruder appeared in front of Tanaura.
He was about a junior high school boy in uniform, but he wore Japanese-style handkerchiefs only on his forearms and arms. And both hands are wrapped in green flames.
"You..."
Tanaura knew the boy. He's a celebrity in the back alley.
When the green flames of both arms rose wide, the spirits around Tannopuru were wrapped in flames and quickly purified. All the spirits disappeared.
"Junko Yukioka's form of murder... Makoto Aizawa. Could it be... that Junko Snowka will be teeing off on the battlefield?"
"I don't think so."
Tanpura moaned dumbly, but she denied the truth and stood up for the gun.
"Is it a renegade to have the name of a doll?"
Seeing the true nature, Tannopuru laughed sarcastically.
"If you surrender, I won't kill you." Untie the magic that's hanging over the building. "
"No, I'm a slave to the center, but I'm still a slave to the center." The center deserves to serve. I am indebted and loyal. I don't want to betray you. Kill it and solve it. "
Though it was true to prompt quietly, Tannopuru refused in a determined tone with a determined expression of readiness.
"All right."
True nodded, put down the gun, and as he approached Tanaura, he added the assault of hitting and kicking until he was stunned.
When Tanaura lost consciousness, the barrier technique he was wearing also dissolved.